The Strongest Doctor

A contestant in ordinary clothes was held by a reporter before he reached the entrance channel.

"Hello, I'm Xiao Hu, the reporter of daily news. May I ask this contestant to take up a little time to interview you?" The reporter said.

The contestant was stunned, immediately nodded: "yes, I can enter before eight."

The contestants of this competition must arrive at 8 o'clock in advance for preparation and officially start at 9 o'clock. Once they miss the competition time, they will be disqualified directly.

On this point, the competition card is quite strict. After all, as a traditional Chinese medicine, punctuality is very important. Sometimes it's a little time to cure the disease and save the people.

Therefore, the unpunctual contestant, no matter how good his medical skills, is not recognized.

"Great, it's only half past seven, and I won't take up too much of your time. What's your name?" The reporter said.

"My surname is Wang, Wang of the old Wang next door." The contestant said.

"It turned out to be Dr. Wang. You're so humorous. How sure are you to get the first place in this competition today?" The contestant said.

"Ten percent." The contestants were not surprised.

Instead, the reporter was stunned: "Dr. Wang, are you so confident in your medical skills?"

"I think it has nothing to do with self-confidence. It's a responsibility to treat and save people. If you are responsible for patients, you will have a great deal of confidence." The contestant said.

This words a say export, pour appear a reporter to speak some abrupt.

"What Dr. Wang said is that today, I not only hope you can have a good play, but also hope you can carry forward traditional Chinese medicine. But I venture to ask, is there a flute in your bag?" The reporter asked, he found that the contestant was carrying a bag, the zipper behind the bag was not tight, revealing a long bamboo musical instrument.

"I'm sorry, this is the Xiao. The Xiao is not the flute." The contestant said faintly.

"Well, I'm sorry. Forgive me for being so stupid. What are you doing with a flute? Can it also be used to treat diseases? " Reporter a face surprised, Chinese medicine should not all take silver needle and so on thing?

"Of course, I'm good at treating diseases by playing flute." The contestant said.

Blow flute to cure disease?

Nima, can you blow up the cowhide a little bit?

The reporter has a good eloquence. I really don't know what to say. I wanted to make some hot news, but now I'm embarrassed.

"Er, Dr. Wang, I wish you the best of the game and play to your true level." The reporter saw that there seemed to be other contestants, so I'd better forget about it first. I don't know how to chat at all.

"Thank you very much, but please remember, my last name is Wang, the old Wang next door is good at playing Xiao." With that, the contestants entered the competition without looking back.

There was a twitch in the corner of the reporter's mouth. He wanted to ask, is this NIMA mental hospital on holiday today? Is there any logic in the speech?

Just waiting for this reporter to be in a trance, a reporter next to him has robbed him of his target.

The contestant, wearing a cassock and a bald head, looks more like a monk.

"This must be master Yuanxin, the true disciple of Foshan Buddhist medicine." Another reporter quickly stopped the monk and interviewed him first.

"It's the poor monk." Master Yuan Xin nodded.

"I'm a reporter of the Fox News. Is it true that master Yuanxin has four resounding titles in the area of traditional Chinese medicine: South Buddha, North beggar, east evil and West witch?" Asked the reporter.

"It's just a common saying. I don't pursue these false names. I just want to help all living beings." Master Yuan Xin said.

"Master Yuanxin is highly aware, and no one can compare with him. But you really represent the South Buddha. In the whole south, your Buddhist medicine should be the most powerful." The reporter said.

"Miao Zan, I want to get in early. I hope you don't stop me." Master Yuan Xin said.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to delay your time. I just want to do some publicity with master Yuanxin so that you can have more disciples." The reporter said.

"Buddhism and medicine only accept people who are predestined. If you really want to learn from a teacher, you need to have the courage to be clean." When master Yuanxin finished, he said Amitabha, and then he left lightly.

All the reporters around were speechless for a while. It's not easy to find Buddhist doctors to learn medicine. They even want to be monks.

However, if you really want to say that these Buddhist doctors are really highly accomplished. They are clean and devoted to the study of medical skills. They will definitely spend more time on this.

All of a sudden, a man in rags came far away.

The man was sloppy, smelly, and his hair was in a mess. He could cook with oil.

When he came, many people kept a distance, thinking whether the beggars came to beg for money.

However, the beggar was a self-made man. Seeing these reporters, he rushed up and said, "Hey, what are you running for? I'm also a contestant. You interview me.""Ha ha, you are the contestant, then I am the referee! Just like you, every minute can let you go

"Paralyzed, can you stay away? I'm going to be fumigated by your bad smell. "

"Damn, can you stop teasing me? Here's fifty dollars. Take it and go

The reporters and media staff around felt a tumbling in their stomach, and several reporters directly took out their money and lost it to the beggar.

But the beggar didn't take a look at it. He didn't have a good way: "should you send beggars with such a little money?"

"NIMA, are you a beggar?"

"I'll do it. Can I make my position clear?"

"Security guard, please drive this man away. He's too bad for the appearance of the city."

Not only the reporters and media here, but also the audience who came to watch the game in the morning, and even some contestants, looked at the slovenly beggar with disdain.

As a result of causing quite a stir, the security guard came in a hurry.

But the beggar took out the invitation directly and said, "Hello, I say you make it clear. I'm really a contestant, OK?"

The security guard was stunned. Seeing that the invitation didn't look fake, he pinched his nose and said, "can you show me your invitation?"

"No problem, but please prepare breakfast for me later. I'll have roast chicken." The beggar buckled a piece of nose excrement, bounced out, and hit a reporter's camera with a hard bang.

"I'm your sister. You've soiled my camera." A reporter said.

"Who told you to despise me just now? It would be good if you didn't play on your face." Beggars disdain the way.

"Well, don't make any noise. This beggar is really a contestant in this competition. Hurry in." The guard waved his hand.

"Hum, forget it, uncle Hong Jiu, I don't want to tell you the same thing." This beggar is Hong Jiu, known as the North beggar, with a great reputation.

The people around were shocked.

They didn't expect that the man in front of them was Hong Jiu, a northern beggar, and he was even more sloppy than they thought!

Really doubt, who dare to let him treat, on this taste, a close will be smoked faint in the past!